Forced back inside a shell that is an eternal pathless world when it’s dark.

There isn’t too much too say about it all. My girlfriend of two years, whom I spent the better part of young adult years, went through turmoil and troublesome waters only to find a nothingness at the end that still hurts.

After everything we ever had, we just found a shallow pond that bode us the reluctance to spend time together, just a stagnant pool.

Spending the entirety of the week forgetting by looking through the bottom of a bottle, but now that it’s wearing off and I’m moving away from such a state of delirium I am forced to overcome whatever resentment I have for myself and everything around me.

We never left on bad terms, but apathy is just as awful. There is some sort of dizzying high that seems to follow too high of an emotion,

glazed over eyes and muted saxophone voices.

So now I sit here, with no more than 4 friends, none of which I am very close to anymore.

No significant other and a life that sits in a shell, in the dark, afraid to turn on the light, afraid of seeing the gleaming shell only centimetres away.

I might feel lonely, but I never want to feel trapped.

Yours,

Pura